I went for a walk in the golden light of the afternoon. The autumn air held a slight chill, bringing roses to my cheeks. The sunlight was rich, golden, thick, and it fell on the last leaves clinging to the trees and caused them to light up from within.
I discovered dried, brown skeletons of plants that thrived in the summer, now stiff and fragile, holding a beauty all their own. It's an enchanting, marvelous, magical world we live in, isn't it?